I had jumped out of a jet
plane traveling from Europe to the United States. As
I fell through the air, I could see myself as if I were
looking at another person. I was positioned as if I were
lying down as I floated toward the ground.
I looked as if I might only be about 25 years old, slender, and a bit
muscular. I had a blanket wrapped around my upper body,
beneath which was hidden a parachute. I had some drugs,
probably
heroin, hidden on me, and this was my method of
smuggling them into the United States.

***

I was in a house talking on
the phone with one of my bankruptcy clients, an attractive
blonde woman (in her early 30s) assisting me in my smuggling plan. But suddenly
I realized the phone was tapped, and that it would only be a matter of minutes until the
police arrived. I quickly hung up the phone and turn to my sister, who was in the room with me. I asked her if she
could lend me some money. She handed me three twenties, and I dashed out the back door. Once outside
I realized I had forgotten my billfold in the house. But it was too late to go back now.
I would just have to go on.

I was in a residential
neighborhood, but there was a plowed field behind the house and
I started to cross it. Suddenly I heard the sound of a
helicopter overhead and I knew they were looking for me. I dashed to some trees on the edge of the
field for cover. I began planning how to elude the police.